Had some minor surgery yesterday …and have been being spoiled by my mom and husband; plus being helped by my brother (who bought some groceries for us). We also had some help from friends from church. One lady took us to the hospital and another picked us up later. Here is a picture of a beautiful basket of flowers sent from the church.
Flowers from the church. Does anyone see me in the picture? I’m in the reflection of the mirror. My flowers are on my bedside table, and the lamp (& I) are in the reflection of the mirror
Probably most of you wonder – why did someone have to take you and your husband to the hospital and back…. why didn’t your husband take you himself? My husband is blind from a condition called retinitis pigmentosa, so I’m the driver of the family, and I had no business being behind the wheel of a car after having had the anesthesia!
Here is my interpretation of what happened, after talking to the anesthesiologist. (This is a cinquain poem — two, in fact, to give my take on the experience. A cinquain consists of five unrhymed lines with a set number of syllables: 2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2.)
Drug Doc: You will relax. You will see the surgeon. Hubby: Surgery’s over now. Me: What?
But how? Didn’t see Doc. Hub: Yes, you talked to him. I don’t remember anything. Relaxed!
The following is to my husband’s website, which is mainly Bible studies that he writes. However, the link here is to the section of his site which deals with blindness, This own reflections and testimonial re: dealing with it, etc LINK
Hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday. 🙂 It will definitely be a day of rest for me … doctor’s orders (& husband, mom, et al)!
I have never done this before, and it looks like fun, so I wrote a trifecta this morning. This was the word: WORM (transitive verb). This is the page with the rules and the challenge for each trifecta.